Saturday, July 17, 2004

I got skillz.

Sup, monkeys?
 
I'm writing this at 8:47 am, Saturday morning. For anyone that knows me at all, this is a friggin miracle. I'm up this early because I was out late last night. (Yeah, it doesn't make any sense to me either.)
 
But make no bones about it; I got skillz. Permit me to demonstrate.
 
"Why do u riff with me
the maniac psycho
And when I pull out my jammy
get ready cuz it might go BLAAAAW
how ya like me now?"
 
Or...
 
"Give me a sista
I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
Cuz his girls were on my list
He had game but he chose to hit 'em
And pulled up quick to get with 'em"
 
I tried to warn you. My skillz are impeccable.
 
Why am I so?
 
Someone has doubted me. Someone is actually in doubt of my skillz. I know this because they wrote so. They actually wrote it.
 
"When I step up in the place yo
I step correct
Woo-Hah
got you all in check
I got that head nod shit
make you break your neck"
 
I don't put my rock star face on, babe; I am the rockstar.
 
BLAAAW.
 
 

2 comments:

whiskypants said...

I wasn't doubting your skeelz so much as the follow-through. I am concerned, however, about being able to keep up with you. I was always a cheap date...

chewy said...

i was going to ask, in amazement mind you, if someone actually doubted the magic that is bunny. i see now that i'm in the comment portion of your world that that might not actually be the case. all might be right with the world after all.

speaking of magic...thing you could fed-ex me some of that lasagna???